Sam's face turned ghostly pale.
He stammered, his eyes darting around as he tried to pull Beverly aside to negotiate. "Wait, let's talk this out—"
"I'm done talking to you, you greasy pig," Beverly cut him off, slapping down her resignation letter with an icy glare.
"Sign it. Now."
"If you approve my resignation, I'll forget what I've seen," she added, her voice steely and unwavering.
Sam hesitated, but the weight of her words and her ironclad evidence left him no room to maneuver.
With trembling hands, he scrawled his signature on the document, his defeat evident.
Gasps and whispers rippled through the office.
Beverly, the woman who had slapped her boss twice in a single day, had somehow walked away unscathed.
As she stepped out of the company's doors, a strange sense of relief b
